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Memory Monday: Kerby Bear

Posted: August 2nd, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Memory Mondays | Tags: | 10 Comments »

During the clean-up process I often come across items that remind me of a fond memory. Every Monday, I’ll spotlight one (or a few) of these items. Today’s item is my old Kerby Bear.

Meet Kerby. He is not exclusive with the love he gives, he just loves. That’s what his pajamas say.

Kerby is my first toy ever. It was given to me by my paternal grandmother at the hospital on the day I was born. She died when I was nine months old, so I don’t remember her at all.

Kerby has since accompanied me on numerous adventures I had as a kid and comforted me when I was in new and strange places (like Canada, the Philippines, and more).

When my sister was born, I thought that she might like to play with Kerby. I used to tease her in her playpen with Kerby. One day she got so annoyed with my teasing that she grabbed Kerby out of my hands and bit off pieces of his nose, as you can see in the picture.

When I moved to college, I brought Kerby with me. But even while in Los Angeles, he didn’t want to get the surgery to fix his nose. I brought him back home to keep my sister company. Today, we reunited. And it feels so good.


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10 Comments on “Memory Monday: Kerby Bear”

  1. 1 June said at 3:50 am on August 3rd, 2010:

    Oh my God, that’s exactly how my Teddy Bear is. When I was about 7 or 8, my dog got to Teddy and ended up chewing off his nose. I took Teddy to college (and he’s still with me now, thru numerous boyfriends’ apartments), and I have still refused to fix his nose. I like him the way he is.

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    Dariane Reply:

    After I wrote up this post, my sister asked me if I’d let my mom fix him up. I told her no. :]

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  2. 2 Tasha said at 11:03 pm on September 13th, 2010:

    He definitely looks well loved. :)

    My favorite teddy bear has been with me since I was 3, and has since lost his nose entirely! Perhaps nose damage is a sort of teddy coming-of-age thing? Hehe.

    (P.S. Love your blog! I’ve just started reading it and am really excited to read through it.)

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    Dariane Reply:

    Haha thanks Tasha!

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  3. 3 Amy Drinkie said at 8:17 am on September 14th, 2010:

    My brother had a Kerby too. :)

    I just found your blog today, keep up the good work! Purging can be very frustrating but you’re doing an awesome job.

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    Dariane Reply:

    Thanks Amy!

    You know, while I was cleaning out the garage, I found a red pointy hat made of similar (or the same) material as Kerby’s pajamas. Does your brother remember if Kerby had a hat? Also, was Kerby’s pajamas supposed to be personalized like “Kerby Loves Mike” or something?

    Just curious. :p

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    Marcos Reply:

    Yup, the Kerby I received as a kid (which I just found, causing me to do a Google search) was personalized Amd said “Kerby loves Marcos.” :-)

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  4. 4 Lindsey schocke said at 10:07 pm on September 15th, 2010:

    Your Teddy bear reminds me of the stuffed rabbit and pound puppy that were well loved and constantly mended (mom could sew) when ears fell off and seams gave way. I still have them and still love them even at age 33. Good memories.

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  5. 5 Lex said at 5:22 pm on January 8th, 2011:

    I googled kerby bear and your list came up. I got a kerby bear when I was young and still have him to this day. I used to suck on kerby’s nose so it’s not there anymore, but seriously Best bear ever. And Canada isn’t such a foreign place! We Canadians are just lovely! ;)

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  6. 6 Tammy said at 7:04 pm on July 15th, 2011:

    Yes, Kirby had a red matching hat. I have a naked Kirby bear, I have been searching for a replacement red shirt. Any ideas on where I should start my search?

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